Was reading 'The Modern Prometheus' (Frankenstein as it is better known). My beloved cup of coffee (with coffee in it of course!) kept me company. My mind briefly wandered when I was sipping coffee from my polka dotted cup, and I thought does coffee aid digestion or inhibit it. I could have googled it, but certain interpretative questions of life are best left unanswered, for life is an endless quest of discoveries, about how you discover happiness.
Happiness can't be invented though, unless you are planning for a baby!
P.S: Reading Frankenstein is just as enjoyable as it was, 8 odd years back as a kid. Who would have thought of giving feelings to a monster. Mary Shelley spent 3 years writing this book and the outcome was sheer magic.
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